A scholar's words could not define the curve Of sails that swell before the wind; of song That molds the wild bird's flexile throat along Sweet lines of beauty. Words cannot preserve The surge of marsh grass under stormy skies Like lashing waves that burst in foam and spray; Nor fix the charm of arching rainbows' play Between the clouds; nor of the moon which lies Uptipped, a cradle for the evening star. Words are noise and marks on printed pages. Curves sing in the heart and baffle sages. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN SOLOMON AND THE WITCH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD |